The phone rings,
could be anything.
The door bell rings,
it's bills and things.
The ambulance sounds it's alarm,
a young man has broke his arm.
The fire truck sounds a blast,
their coming at last.
Ta Tee Ta Ta, Ta Tee Te Te,
a French police van, wee wee.
Their coming from everywhere all around,
put your arms up, lie on the ground?
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-coming-at-last/
